doves. Then you remember Ab Thornton and Sam Thorpe. Both of them
could have tied up to money, I suppose, but somehow they didn't. After
all, it is the best test of a man."

"Yes, that certainly is true," Mostyn said, "the ideal is the thing. I
really believe I have two distinct sides to me--the romantic and the
practical. So you needn't count on--on what you were speaking of just
now. I think the young lady is somewhat like myself. At times she
seems to have dreams, and I am not the Prince Charming that rides
through them."

At his own desk a few minutes later Saunders sat wrapped in thought.
"He doesn't really love her," he mused, "and she doesn't love him, but
they will marry. His eyes kindled when I mentioned her money. He may
think he can stand out against it, but he can't. In his better moments
he leans toward the higher thing, but the current of greed has caught
him and will sweep him along."

At this juncture Saunders's attention was drawn to the paying-teller's
window.

"I tell you you can't see him this morning." Wright was speaking
firmly to an elderly man who stood clinging desperately to the wire
grating. "He's not well and is lying down."

"So he's lying down, is he?" was the snarling response. "He's lying
down while I have to walk the streets without a cent through his
rascality. You tell him I'm going to see him if I have to wait here
all day."